“For our country, for us all,” read the Marines billboard as I drove through the nation’s heartland this week. I turned the phrase over in my mind, thinking just what kind of courage, heart, and love of country it takes to serve iImagen our nation’s military.

A rush of thankfulness flooded over me as the tires of my Jeep Patriot (yes, I’ll admit, part of the reason I bought it was the name) ate the miles to the next destination, and farmland stretched endlessly on either side of the highway.

I whispered ‘thank you.’

On Monday, May 26, our nation commemorates Memorial Day, which began when the grave decorating custom became more prevalent during and after the Civil War to honor soldiers who died — both Union and Confederate. Since then, the final Monday in May has become a special time to honor all of the men and women who have died in military service, paying the ultimate price for our freedom and our country.

ImageAs I have been traveling quite a bit this month for various projects in my ag writing and photography business, I am struck by the diverse beauty of both the land and the people in our United States of America.

In the long rural stretches of the prairies from the Midwest through the Great Plains — where you can drive for almost an hour or more and not see another vehicle — you get a feel for the bigness of this land and its call of freedom.


In contrast to the East — where the patchwork of small farms live at the fringes of suburbia with subdivisions sometimes sprinkled between them — agriculture, both land and livestock, is pervasive in the land where the farm report comes on the radio several times a day and consumes the hours of 5 a.m. to 8 a.m. on the local cable channel as I write this.

American soldiers come from all walks of life and all regions of the country, but one thing we often overlook is the high percentage coming from farms and ranches and rural living.

In our hometown in eastern Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, my favorite part of our sons’ involvement in the Boy Scouts as they were growing up was the Memorial Day procession honoring the fallen in the cemeteries east of New Holland. It was a long morning that started very early, and often stretched until noon, but such a good reminder of why we celebrate this day that has come to also represent the beginning of summer.

As I drove past that billboard this week — on a highway near Lubbock, Texas — I also whispered a ‘thank you’ for the fathers and the mothers, the families and the communities, who have raised, and then lost, those men and women who have paid the ultimate price so that we all may be free.

** President Reagan said it best here: 


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